He nearly lost the thread again when her fingers slid through his hair again, growling softly as his head tipped back into her touch, neck arching a little as her fingers settled at his nape, his eyes falling shut.
When he opened them again, and she looked at him through her lashes, it punched the air right out of his lungs. Moments like these were treasures, when his dark and powerful queen became the sweet and radiant angel he already thought of as his. It threatened to split him in two with the swell of black, possessive violence and painful tenderness that swelled in his chest to see it.
It also scared him a little, because he wasn't sure if he knew how. Not like she was asking--to be sweet, gentle, to be everything he'd spent his whole life having beaten out of him. He wasn't sure how to do it on purpose, it just sometimes sort of happened. He would see it in the instants that she looked at him with that same expression she wore now...
Taking back his hands, Neil slid them beneath the lapels of her blazer, gently pushing it off over her shoulders so it fell to the floor. Letting his fingertips glide over the curve of her bare shoulders and down her arms, he cupped his hands around her elbows and drew her flush against his chest, leaning up to kiss her again--a barely there press of lips--then let his nose ghost along her jawline so he could press a lingering trail of kisses down the curve of her neck, one hand drifting up to cup the back of her neck and draw her closer. Alternating between chaste brushes of lips on skin and hungry, openmouthed kisses that let him swirl his tongue here and there to taste her, there was no press of teeth, no marks left behind save for the damp of his mouth...and the heat of his magic that he channeled into her through the hand against her neck.
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Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
Date: 2018-10-11 05:29 am (UTC)When he opened them again, and she looked at him through her lashes, it punched the air right out of his lungs. Moments like these were treasures, when his dark and powerful queen became the sweet and radiant angel he already thought of as his. It threatened to split him in two with the swell of black, possessive violence and painful tenderness that swelled in his chest to see it.
It also scared him a little, because he wasn't sure if he knew how. Not like she was asking--to be sweet, gentle, to be everything he'd spent his whole life having beaten out of him. He wasn't sure how to do it on purpose, it just sometimes sort of happened. He would see it in the instants that she looked at him with that same expression she wore now...
Taking back his hands, Neil slid them beneath the lapels of her blazer, gently pushing it off over her shoulders so it fell to the floor. Letting his fingertips glide over the curve of her bare shoulders and down her arms, he cupped his hands around her elbows and drew her flush against his chest, leaning up to kiss her again--a barely there press of lips--then let his nose ghost along her jawline so he could press a lingering trail of kisses down the curve of her neck, one hand drifting up to cup the back of her neck and draw her closer. Alternating between chaste brushes of lips on skin and hungry, openmouthed kisses that let him swirl his tongue here and there to taste her, there was no press of teeth, no marks left behind save for the damp of his mouth...and the heat of his magic that he channeled into her through the hand against her neck.